LOVE’S CHANGED ME
Love’s changed me from the inside out.
First it was the love from mother:
protective, kind; like no other.
Then came along a first class lout
who took what wasn’t given out
‘for leaving me for some other.
Love’s changed me
as it’s taken me on this route:
trust/distrust—to trust another?
Cautious, I am, with my lover.
Of this, I’m sure—without a doubt—
love’s changed me.
Written for Poetic Asides Poetic Form: Rondine
LOVE, SO ELUSIVE
Where’s the place where lovers escape,
and where plans of the heart take shape?
Where is undying love supremely crowned?
Is it found just in dreams?
It’s as I sleep, tucked in my bed,
that’s where I dream of being wed.
Where’s this undying love deemed to be found?
Sound asleep, in my dreams.
Written for Poetic Asides Form Challenge: Byr a Thoddaid
Robert Lee Brewer is an editor for Writer’s Digest, and hosts their poetry blog Poetic Asides. He provides weekly prompts, facilitates two Poem-A-Day (PAD) challenges each year (in April, for National Poetry Writing Month; and November, for a chapbook challenge that coincides with National Novel Writing Month), and throughout the year he introduces new poetry forms and often hosts a challenge for those new forms. The April and November PAD challenges, and the form challenges, result in a winner (or winners) being chosen.
In June this year, we were introduced to the Ovillejo form, and the subsequent challenge. Robert’s explanation of the form is here: OVILLEJO.
Today, August 1, Robert posted his selections for the top 10 Ovillejo poems. And for the second time in three months, my name was on the list! (See the list of winners here.) I had submitted five Ovillejo poems, and here is the one that placed in the top 10:
We’re in desperate need of more grace
in this place.
Have we been reduced to primates,
filled with hate?
Guidance can come from God, above;
He is love.
In the end, when push comes to shove,
we’re family to each other:
sister, brother, father, mother.
In this place filled with hate, He is love.
photo credit: Joe Kenney
At last, I
cross the final bridge
of the road
the warmth of a life well lived
my soul companion.
ALONE IN A CROWD
The family “summer vacations” are planned. Money laid away. And children are counting the days until they hit their favorite vacation spots. I will see some go to the beach to play in sand and surf; others, to the Happiest Place on earth. Photos will be taken…many of which I will offer to take so dad or mom is not left out. Souvenirs purchased. Memories will be made, and each family will go their own way at the end of the day. Together. And I will return to my home. Alone.
is sometimes obstructed
by my own views
Shared at Poetic Bloomings: AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #4: AND I QUOTE SUMMER